your pigeon came yesterday
with word of your return
my eyes began to water
my throat began to burn

come home, come home
your wife is waiting
come home, come home

you touched her tender cheek
that was not the touch of love
your hands stayed clean
your boots were slick with blood

come home, come home
your wife is waiting
come home, come home

you chose the wind
over your own flesh and bone
surrounded by a hundred thousand men
she died alone
and you will too
wait till you see what i have planned for you

it’s been so long
i feared the worst
you, another body in the field
you, safe from your curse

come home, come home
your wife is waiting
come home, come home